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Serenity. A speck of land in the vastness of the deep blue that surrounds it, a blue that is punctured by a graceful scattering of Cyclades islands and islets. Mykonos is at rest. She breathes calmly, steadily. She might even perceive the distant echo of endless summertime celebrations gone by. On the island that the sun never overlooks, even during these winter days, where the wind subsides and the sea darkens but doesn’t churn, Christmas comes in shades of pure white and gleaming gold. From Mykonos Town homes and alleyways; from the cliffs and sandy beaches, proudly facing the horizon from their now-deserted coves..

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I never used to like Easter. The mercilessly slow, repetitive tolling of the church bells, the seemingly interminable gray, rainy days, the pungent aroma of incense incongruously mixed with the first scents of spring, all gave me a feeling of nausea and weighed down on my mood. Until… I experienced my first Easter on the island of Mykonos.